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Ode to an Unnamed Love
I saw you on the street today,
The single wings of my fluttering heart reached for yours,
But when I did you walked away,
The one sole thing my aching heart still adores.
I have seen you before-
In a different place,
A different body
With a different face-
Your lascivious anonymity caressed me forward,
My lap your throne,
Your queen-dom unexplored.
In this moment, I to the street am like a drop of water
That in the ocean seeks another drop1-- you.
Despite the ebb and flow and delicious swelling2 of the waves, groping the shore,
Copulating ecstatic and insatiate3 sand, rocking back and forth,
Our tears of water have met, infallibly, loved.
I do not care if Venus swears for variety4,
But that you get what women want: pow’r and sovereignty5.
My love for you will alter not if it finds alteration6,
But straightly keeps its altar—your love is my vocation.
And if I find myself in Sinbad’s7 low position,
I shall never leave you, consider it my mission.
If beauty is truth, and truth is beauty8, well surely you have both,
For Una9 do your looks conceive,
And Aphrodite10 oath.
While outwardly you shine like Narcissus’ reflection11,
Your inner soul is full of generous Charity12.
And while your beauty fades into a gray complexion,
What having been must ever be13,
And I’ll still see perfection.
“But soft, you walk away, do turn around and say you love me so.”
I turned and walked away,
I didn’t catch her name,
But oh, I loved her so.